A little girl had just learned to crawl, but there were still no signs of a tail.  

On the large bed, the baby crawled forward while the queen followed behind her, their movements strangely synchronized. Leon, standing at the side, couldn’t bear to watch.  

“Why are you staring at the baby’s butt?” Rosvisser asked.  

“I’ll say it again—it’s not her butt. It’s her **tailbone**!” Leon retorted.  

Rosvisser sighed as she scooped up their youngest daughter, who was attempting to eat a stuffed teddy bear near the bed’s headboard.  
“How can this be? Why hasn’t her tail grown yet?”  

Leon smirked smugly.  
“Face it, Mother Dragon. This is a victory for human genetics. Accept it!”  

For days, Rosvisser had been puzzled. Even if the lack of a tail at birth could be attributed to the *Blood Bond*, surely some dragon traits would have appeared by now.